There is a place in the world where the music is called Tango. There is the first secret kiss. A shy memory that takes us back to the past. The place where we were born and where we will be. With people cheerfully sad, modest and proud, with people hurrying, humming and loving, as always. This is our yard from childhood: sunny, warm, and why... snowy. It is the first "hello" and "goodbye" said... and the last cigarette smoked.